Adventure
Unwilling
Isabelle sat quietly at the dining table in the middle of their small home. Her father, rested his head in his hands. Though a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders, another, heavier, weight crushed him without mercy. Eventually, Isabelle spoke, “So, you want me to leave?”
By Daniel Gilliam3 years ago in Fiction
In the Eyes of the Dragon
The storm clouded the dragon’s eyes. His wings were beginning to suffer the effects of the sustained flight in those conditions, but he felt oddly at peace, as if the storm and himself were one, such was his troubled state. Still, Fethgar could not help but feel exhausted. He could barely concentrate on where he was going, thinking instead on the look his father had given him. He would not dare think of what he had seen in his father’s eyes during their last argument, or rather, what he had not seen, but that silent stare the two of them had exchanged right before he left sounded deafening in his mind, even with the chaos that surrounded him.
By Daniel García Rabell3 years ago in Fiction
Dubious
The dragon plodded along slowly through the forest. It was a quiet morning, which wasn’t entirely abnormal. Not many creatures liked to hang around a dragon, even one as old as himself. He was hardly a danger to anyone though. His wings were shriveled and useless, he hadn’t breathed fire in ages, couldn’t see far away, and his hearing was spotty. If it wasn’t for his sharp sense of smell he might have just given up. He survived almost exclusively on defenseless sheep that wandered too close to his den(if he could catch them.) It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.
By C.K. Kesterson3 years ago in Fiction
The Secrets of the Unweather 1
The day began badly and got worse. The two vagabonds who woke him before dawn were after his food and money. He had little of either and now he had none. It was careless to sleep in the woods but he’d been tired and the next village was several leagues away.
By Alex Markham3 years ago in Fiction
Kosyrir's Tree of Secrets
Swift, roving eyes first fell onto the strange creature sitting in the middle of the woods. Droplets of icy rain fell from errant leaves as sweltering steam rose up from the Earth—fragrant signals of the first signs of spring. Slits of honey-brown glowed furiously against Kosyryr’s olive-green skin, giant, feathery wings soared high-above. His face weathered with deep scaly crevices that told a story of all the things he had seen in his many hundreds of years, but today Kosyryr spotted something new.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Rain of Fire
The ground was soft and crunchy under her feet as she walked through what was once a beautiful, healthy forest. Everywhere she looked she could only see burnt trees and nothingness. Even the mountains far away seemed to cry out to the sky the agony each living thing could still feel in this area. Eyes closed, she could feel everything. The soil was almost sandy, in a way, but with so much more dust at each step. From time to time, something hard and fragile would crack under her foot.
By Michaela Plourde3 years ago in Fiction
So Close, And Witch Way To Go?
He stood behind the tree, glancing, waiting. Do they smell me? See me? He listened. The sound they made was odd, but somewhat familiar. It had been so long since his own whelps were this young. He peaked again from behind the tree and there they were, playing with some leaves, cooing. He looked a little more, a little less careful and he knew they spotted him, but they smiled, and not in a menacing way. He knew that they couldn't hurt him. He didn't want to hurt them. He was curious. How did this little human whelp end up all alone with no one around in the forest with them?
By Tinka Boudit She/Her3 years ago in Fiction
Fire Breathers: Adventures of the Last Living Dragon
There it was, another day gone. Many quiet winters passed and the cloud-filled sky was still a somber shade of magenta red, quite promising for the coming season’s hunt. But who were we kidding, it wasn’t like there was much left to hunt, and as things were—Muvwar slept much less peacefully tonight. He tossed and turned as Mymrynth’s loud snoring roared over the valleys edge keeping him awake. Teghrom, their only living relative and most trusted advisor slept a few feet away near the cave’s entrance—and by the looks of it, he wasn’t getting much shut-eye either.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Unfound
Unfound By Joseph McCain The blue and green cloaked horse rider pulled the reigns hard and fast. He glanced back yet did not spot any of his pursuers. He glanced over the early morning summer forest floor and above into the thicket of leaves and limbs. He gently shook the arm of the small child riding in front astride with him. She awoke and turned to him.
By Joseph McCain3 years ago in Fiction
